[Name]
Scire

[God of]
The driven - He/she is the line between genius and madness. The fire that consumes or fuels them

[Elemental affinity]
Fire and Aether

[Alignment]
True Neutral

[Pictures]


[Physical description of preferred forms]
Sicre never seems to remain in one form for terribly long he endlessly drifts away in one direction or another. A loss of a hat here. Gaining parts of a gender there. Losing an arm. While he's prone to facial hair at times he's never been seen with a head full of it. His clothing is similarly if not more eclectic.

[Preferred Gender]
Appears in either gender, both, or neither depending on who he's interacting with at the time. This however hardly informs any interest he has in them.

[Means of godhood]
Scire came to be out of thousands of minds in questionable integrity working toward as many or more goals with burning abandon. Some with structure though others not. His mind took form in the disused candles that tired minds think someone yet sits at in libraries where intelligent minds gather knowledge to work with. He resides in the rooms full of sketches and prototypes from an artisan with a muse burning him out but somehow holding on and talking to noone in particular.

[Personality]
At best difficult to follow at worst truly mad. Sicre in general is an affable sort not given to violence unless suitably perturbed. He is ever maintaining his eclectic realm of scraps of created goods and it swells his domain. Reddened places hidden therein behind closed doors reminds that there are a great deal of mad killers whispering in his ear from dark places. In both ways is he inventive improving what he comes across or driving those who might create it. Word of encouragement to those blocked in the pursuit of their creation or a new means of suffering for the mad to visit on another. Though he dabbles far less in the former by and large as mindless destruction displeases him. He looks fondly on dreamers and less so on others unwilling to entertain new concepts. Those actively stifling the spread of new ideas are likely to earn his enmity.

[Worshiped by]
Librarians, inspired students of knowledge that seem to get by on drink alone, madmen, creators in love with their work, sages seeking a moment of prescience among scattered tomes, hermits, serial killers of the highest degree

[Symbols]
"A tangle of mind" "There's secrets in the knots minds can find to unravel" A red wood rectangle with blue lines inside connecting yellow vellum scraps. It symbolizes the tangle a genius must shoulder or be trapped by.

[Divine weapon]
The Muse - An adamant gauntlet chained to a large tome endlessly shedding papers from the ramblings of the mad. Whether it causes insanity, a moment of genius, or existential suffering depends mostly on whom it strikes. Unless of course Scire is suitably motivated by an creation of interest whether feeling wrathful or not.

[Preferred blessing]

The endless teapot - A long night where the tea is always hot and one's candle never quite seems to run out. Scire can give inhuman persistence to those in deep pursuit of a creation or study. Even malnutrition will surrender in the light of Scire's endless candle. The light of the mind remains sharp despite the sleep denied until broken of their focus by another not motivated to their goal. While being broken of their focus won't kill them several consecutive days of effort hits like an iron boulder.

Organized chaos - "I know exactly where everything is!" They certainly do as Scire remembers for them. There's always that errant link but from these moments of forgetfulness often springs the new growth of ideas. Things must be forgot for creation to make new. But papers always seem to be where they thought they left it even if it wasn't so. A creator without their tools is hardly one at all.

[Preferred curse]
Tip of the burnt tongue - Your wife? You remember her name, don't you? She was that dog down the street. What was its name? Her hair was red. Was she an actua dog or just a little ugly? The poor sod will be never wholly sure of anything and half the things are whispered by Scire from the wells of broken men.

The clean marble - Scire knows a great many of those burnt by the tangle of genius and gone mad. Cross him too well and he'll tell them exactly where you are. For you are a perfect slate of blood on which they may practice their trade. A trail of haggard smiles will be writ straight to your door.

[Realm]
Scire's realm is an endless rats nest of inventions, shelves full of organized books, prototypes, and artistry. He's inclined to let madmen wander through his realm in their dreams to gather ideas. The candle-eyed are often found here whispering quietly to themselves at this or that. They always know which doors are safe for minds to enter but then genius occasionally dabbles in beautiful screams. In some places the candlelight grows dark between piles of things the doors further barred. Windows of those locked doors shade those sparkling hungry eyes that carry the genius of murder.

[Most notable creation]
Scire created the Warren, a link between madder places in the world, with a path of relative safety through the realm of dreams. Those with a key inspired from Scire's realm know the openings to which they go. Woe betides those that try to break from the Warren into the dreams of others they pass. They who breach the warren to another while unbidden fall forever unrecognized by either and unable to return.

[Preferred form of worship]
Scire enjoys things sealed into walls or unusual objects bearing his name. Once the last person who knew were the object was stored forgets it becomes property of Scire's realm. He often leaves minor things behind for whatever struck him as a fair trade at the time. Absent-minded librarians are known to gamble for interesting bits of knowledge by sealing useful journals or books behind walls.